The Wild Duck a poem by John Masefield

THE WILD DUCKJohn Masefield

Twilight. Red in the West. Dimness. A glow on the wood. The teams plod home to rest. The wild duck come to glean. O souls not understood, What a wild cry in the pool; What things have the farm ducks seen That they cry so--huddle and cry? Only the soul that goes. Eager. Eager. Flying. Over the globe of the moon, Over the wood that glows. Wings linked. Necks a-strain, A rush and a wild crying.

A cry of the long pain In the reeds of a steel lagoon, In a land that no man knows.

The Wild Duck a poem by John Masefield

A poem can paint a thousand images in your mind's eye. If you enjoyed this poem and appreciated the lyrics of The Wild Duck by John Masefield you will find even more poem lyrics by this famous author, together with their biography and picture, by simply clicking on the Poem Index link below !